CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED and FIFTY-SEVEN
Saturday mid-day – 11:45 A.M.
After being told Sandy’s mother would be right out, they had been waiting in the lobby for nearly two hours.
“She gets fifteen more minutes, then I’m leaving,” Sandy said. “And not coming back. No matter what.”
Aden tried to hug Sandy but she shrugged him off. She continued pacing.
“I can see why Charlie was mad,” Aden said.
“Why?” Sandy asked.
“Your pacing isn’t much better than Sissy’s frappé,” Aden said. “Did you know that frappé means ‘struck’? It refers to the dancer touching the floor and their ankle.”
“I looked it up on your iPhone,” Aden said.
“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting,” a nurse said as she entered the waiting room. “Your mother is ready to see you now. Will you follow me?”
“In the nick of time,” Sandy said under her breath. “Why am I not surprised?”
“I’m sorry,” the nurse said. “Did you say something?”
“No, nothing,” Sandy said.
“Is this your husband?” the nurse said.
“This is Aden,” Sandy said.
“Your mother’s talks a lot about how proud she is of you,” the nurse said. “She’ll be right in with her therapist.”
“She didn’t ask about Sissy or Charlie?” Sandy asked.
“She wanted to make sure they weren’t here,” the nurse said. “I know they’ve been begging to see her but it’s just too much for the poor dear. Your sister, Mitzi, has called her every night this week. She’s just too fragile for such a needy child. Mitzi is fourteen. She should be more independent, but you know how your mother is. She smothers with love.”
Behind the nurse, Sandy looked at Aden and made a vomit gesture. He almost laughed out loud. The nurse opened the door to a small room with a table in the middle. She gestured to the chairs.
“I’ll tell you,” the nurse said. “Mitzi and Charles are going to have to grow up if your mother is ever going to come home.”
“Grow up?” Sandy asked.
“Jobs after school, hell, clean up after themselves,” the nurse sniffed at Sandy. Sandy gawked at the woman. “They are too old to require such babying. So are you. You kids are going to have to take some responsibility for yourselves.”
Before Sandy or Aden could respond, the nurse pulled the door closed. Sandy tried to move her foot in a frappé but failed.
“Did you hear that?” Sandy moved tried again to move her foot in a frappé. “Sissy? Needy? She just helped take down a serial killer and a nest of evil creatures. She a super hero! Charlie too! He beat his addiction and helped Seth and… Those kids practically raised themselves!”
“I answered the phone this week,” Aden said. “Your mother initiated every call.”
“Lying bitch,” Sandy tried the frappé again.
“Like to strike her?” Aden smiled.
Sandy nodded. He pulled out a chair at the table and she sat down. They settled in for another wait.
Denver Cereal continues on Monday…